A Daughter's Difference Chapter 6: A Plead from the Future, a dragon ball z fanfic

Chapter 6: A Plead from the Future

AN: This chapter is slightly smaller than the last couple. I've been bombarded with work from my classes, so I haven't had much time to write. That being said, I did my best. Unfortunately this chapter is raw, since Ace has been busy, but hopefully soon I'll have a corrected form to re-upload. For that I apologize in advance for the errors you may see in this chapter. I want to thank all those that reviewed the last chapter, it was the most reviewed chapter. Thank you. Also I wanted to mention that my inspiration for the meeting was Power9987's story. If you have some time, and you haven't read his story, check them out.

Trunks walked up the small hill towards Gohan and the sleeping Pan. He smiled as he laid eyes on the sleeping girl in her father's hands. How long had all three been standing in that field? The dark sky was overhead and the bright stars could be seen.

Trunks turned his attention to Gohan and spoke as softly as he could, "Is she asleep?"

Gohan nodded, deciding to keep his sounds to a minimum in case they may awaken the small child.

"How about I take her home? I think today has being plenty eventful for her. We'll be at Capsule Corp." Trunks relayed with out-stretched hands to take the small child.

Gohan frowned momentarily. Something just didn't sit right with him. Sure he trusted Trunks, but he felt a wave of protectiveness towards the young child. A wave he could not understand. He barely knew the child for less than an hour, but something inside of him screamed to keep her close. As if something terrible might happen to her if he let go.

'Maybe it's because of our similar energies and the fact that she is my daughter, or maybe it's simply a Saiyan thing, but that makes no sense. Neither my father nor Vegeta ever showed this type of feeling, or at least I never saw it from them. My father never seemed to mind throwing me into danger, and Vegeta … well he is Vegeta.

'So why do I feel this way about a child that I barely met? It's quite puzzling. Whatever the case may be, even if I don't like it, it's best that she goes with Trunks, I said I was going to go home tonight to apologize to mother, and I don't think my house is the best place for her right now, especially if mother begins to yell. Not to mention I'm not the safest person right now' Gohan could hear the faint sounds of mocking laughter in the wind.

With a sigh and some reluctance, he took the hand that was holding Pan's back to pry Pan's fingers at the back of his neck. However the most peculiar thing happened. It seemed that the more he tried to break her interlocked finger, the stronger the grip became. When he tried to put a little more force, careful not to apply too much strength for fear he might hurt her, she began whimper.

With a small chuckle he looked at Trunks, "I don't think she is ready to let go."

Trunks put his arms down. "No, I don't think she is ready, but I'm not surprised.

"How about you come along as well, since she doesn't want to let go, and I don't want to wake her up to separate her from you. Also sleeping here in the middle of nowhere is always quite unconformable."

"Well…" Gohan said as he reviewed his options. 'It's not safe for everyone if I stay at Capsule Corp, but maybe by then her grip will lessen.'

"Fine, but I don't think I can stay."

"Why not?" Trunks asked perplexed by the young savior's response.

"I have my reason." Gohan hissed.

Trunks thought back to what his mother had told him in the afternoon, 'What happened to you Gohan?'

Trunks nodded wanting to put an end to this discussion for fear he might wake up Pan, and lifted into the air.

Gohan secured Pan as best as he could, given that Pan still had a tight grip on his neck, and began to lift into the night sky. He turned slightly to the eastern sky, and could see far above a white cape billow against the dark sky. He made eye contact with Piccolo, and gave a small bow, as a thank you for always keeping an eye on him, before turning towards the direction Trunks had left and took off.

Piccolo looked on until his pupil was out of sight. 'Good luck kid.' He turned towards the lookout and powered up his Ki until a white aura surrounded him, and took off at a great speed.

Gohan was blazing through air. He caught up with Trunks just a few minutes after he departed. It felt nice to feel the cold air run through his hair, but he noticed that it was not the same case for Pan. He felt when she buried her face into his neck just a little more to retain the warmth Gohan was providing.

He powered up until the same light blue aura surrounded him. Gohan could hear over the roar of the wind the pleasant sigh that escaped Pan's lips when she was surrounded once again by the same warmth from earlier in the afternoon. He could also feel as her grip, around his neck, began to lessen, and eventually Gohan was the only thing keeping her attached to him. Her little arms were still around his neck, but were no longer clinging on to him.

Trunks looked back to the father-daughter duo. Primarily at Son male, he noticed the dark rings under Gohan's eyes. 'Seven month, how could things have spiraled so much out of control? What troubles me the most are his eyes; they seem more and more like my Master's eyes. They have that dark hint just like his.'

Though it had been years since the passing of 'Master Gohan,' Trunks could never forget the one that was like a father to him for so many years. The eyes are said to be the window to the soul, and just like 'Master Gohan's,' the Gohan of this time seemed haunted and disturbed.

That wasn't the only thing he noticed. There many scratches and bruises riddling his open torso. In most cases, Trunks would have ignored them or just chalked them up to training, but the intensity of some of the bruises worried him. Also the fact that currently no one on this planet could compete with Gohan begged the question, who could have made them?

Saiyan are known for their speedy recovery, so the fact that some of them were still visible made him cringe at the thought of how they must have looked like before. Still, hopefully with a good nights' rest, most of those bruises should be gone by the morning.

Trunks noticed that light blue aura had reappeared. 'I've got to remember to ask him about that, I've never seen anything like that before.' He looked forward and could see the lights of West City in the horizon.

A few minutes later both Z-fighters landed within the Capsule Corp complex. Gohan dissipated the aura and readjusted Pan into a cradle position.. The more he looked at the young girl in his arms, the more mystified he became by her presences. She radiated an innocence that he felt he had lost long ago. He looked up and noticed that Trunks was already halfway to the Family wing. He began to walk towards there.

Trunks opened the door and heard the light chatter in the kitchen. It was where he suspected his mother to be. Without waiting for Gohan, he headed inside to find out which would be Pan's room.

"Trunks!" Bulma exclaimed when she noticed her son of the future entering the kitchen.

"How did it go? Were you able to find Gohan?"

"It went well, but Pan fell asleep, and Gohan is bringing her in. Um … which is Pan's room?" Trunks replied.

"Gohan is here?… Okay," Bulma turned towards her father and said, "sorry dad we'll continue this conversation later, but I'm really interested in your new project. If it works this could be revolutionary."

"Eh," Dr. Briefs said with a shrug, "it's all theory at this point, but I would like to devote some time into some prototypes. For now take care of our new guest." He gestured to the entering Gohan.

"Hi honey," Bulma acknowledged Gohan with a small whisper. She walked over to him and gave him a half hug because Pan was still in his arms.

"Hi Bulma," he responded.

Bulma smiled when she saw the Pan snuggled contently into Gohan's arms. She began to walk down the corridor they had just entered from. After two rights they found a long hallway with many doors on both sides.

"Here we are." She opened a door on the right. She held the door open so Gohan could enter.

Gohan entered immediately and made his way to the queen size bed on the other side. Trunks was about to enter as well when Bulma blocked his way.

"Don't think you have gotten out of speaking with me. After this, meet me in the living room. You have a lot to explain to do." Bulma spoke with a low threatening voice, and handed Trunks the teddy bear Pan left in the kitchen when she made her hastily escape in the afternoon. When Trunks received the bear, Bulma unblocked his path, and made her way down the passage to the living room.

Trunks just nodded and walked in to see Gohan gently putting Pan inside the covers. He went by his side and noticed Pan was unconsciously griping Gohan's forearm. Gohan looked as Trunks and the bear he was holding.

Trunks made 'shh' gesture and licked his lips as slowly got into position. Gohan just arched one eyebrow at his fellow Saiyan's action. In one hand Trunks held the bear right above Pan. He took his other hand and gripped the elbow of the arm that Pan was holding. Trunks took a deep breath and with a quick jerking motion he pulled on Gohan's arm and pushed the bear in between Pan's arms. Pan just gripped the bear tighter, but nonetheless didn't seem to be shaken by the exchange that happened a second ago.

Trunks just wiped the imaginary sweat with his forearm and let out the air he had inhaled. Gohan's left eye twitched at Trunks' antics. He rolled his eyes and shook his head. Gohan took one more look at the little angel sleeping and removed the few bangs that were covering her face. He smiled and began to make his way out of the room.

Trunks also followed his lead and walked out of the room. Once the door was successfully closed, Gohan spoke.

"My daughter huh?"

Trunks just nodded, "Yeah sorry, I know it must have been a shock for you."

"A shock is an understatement. What surprises me the most was that I actually found time to procreate. I would have thought fighting the androids would have been my only driving force."

"Yeah…" Trunks blushed at Gohan's choice of words. Sometimes it scared him to think that the boy in front of him was just 11 years old, but he spoke like a much older man. It goes to show how mentally mature Gohan was compare to his physical age.

"So, will you know explain what is my future daughter doing here, and why do I know of her, before her conception?" Gohan folded his arms and glared at the taller time traveler.

Trunks was sweating bullets under Gohan's intense stare. He forgot how much of an effect his Master's stare had on him when he was his pupil. Though the Gohan in front of him was not his dead Master; his eyes were the same.

Trunks pulled on his collar, "Um… do you mind coming with me? I'm about to explain it to my mother, and I rather have this conversation only once."

Gohan sighed as he closed his eyes. He reopened them and gestured for him to lead the way.

As they walked down the passageway to the living room Trunks decided to liven the mood. "So I see you are training. Is it getting any easier to access the Ascended Super Saiyan?"

Gohan snorted, "You could say that. It's still a little unstable, but its progress I guess. Though sometimes the transformation takes a live of its own, I'm working on controlling those unconscious ascensions."

Trunks nodded, "By the way what happened to your shirt?"

Gohan's cheeks actually flared as he answered, "It was ah… well it was blown away. I spent most of the day looking for it, but I gave up a few hours later. Kami knows where it is now."

Trunks doubled over. "Why weren't you wearing your shirt in the first place, unless you are telling me it was literally shredded of your back? Hahaha I understand powering up, but you don't have to take it that far. Well at least your pants didn't go with your shirt huh?" Trunks remarked elbowing the pissed off demi-Saiyan alongside him.

"Shut up Trunks," replied the clearly frustrated Gohan and began walking ahead.

"Hey! Wait up for me." Trunks yelled at the stomping world savior a couple steps ahead.

"Come on Gohan, it's hilarious. Don't tell me the humor was lost on you. Here take my jacket. That way you don't have to go see my mother half naked." Trunks winked as he saw the blush on the 11 year old return, when he realized his state of dress and who they were headed to see.

Gohan begrudgingly took it, and slipped his arms into the jacket. It was slightly larger than him as the jacket arms' covered completely his arms and then some, but as they say 'beggars can't be choosers.' He didn't bother closing it up as they were only seeing Bulma, and it already looked ridicules on him; closing the jacket up would just complete the look.

By this time Trunks' chuckles were faint as they entered the living room. Inside was a clearly aggravated Bulma. "About time you two show up. I could hear your hyena laugh from all the way over here."

Bulma noticed Trunks immediately straighten up at her bark. Though what scared her was how pale Gohan appeared. She filed that away for a later. Right now she had to grill her son from the future. She noticed when Gohan walked over and sat nearby.

"Alright Trunks no more evading our questions; it is time for answer." Gohan proclaimed.

Trunks took a deep breath and looked at both member of 'his family'. "So I shouldn't start with a good joke." Their eyes narrowed at his reply. "Ah you guys are no fun, and I had killer one."

"Fine, as you guys know the future is a mess. Though I destroyed the androids and Cell, when he showed up, a lot of people don't know the androids have been vanquished. Recovery efforts are slow, and most of the population has been wiped out. We don't know how many survivors still exist, but we know that each day the population is dwindling." Trunks clenched his fist as he thinks about all the loss he still sees day in and day out.

"It's not all lost though. I, alongside mother, have been working on finding those that have been hiding in the hills and caves far away from the cities. It's not always perfect and more cases then not, I make it just in time to see the light vanish from their eyes, and their Ki finally give out." A lone tear made its way down his face, when he thought about the elderly couple he once found.

The elderly lady pleaded with him not to move her. Her husband, who was seated right next to her, had passed away a few hours earlier, and she wanted to remain with him in her last hours. Though Trunks begged her to allow him to take her where she could be treated, she refused saying that they had been together through thick and thin, the good and the bad, and life just wouldn't be life without him.

She imparted her last message to him, 'Life is full of struggles. There are happy moments as well as sad ones, and at times life can be overwhelming, but if you are with the right person, then nothing is impossible. They brighten your day even when it's cloudy outside, and help you feel safe even when the world is falling apart. However when you lose that person,' with tears in her eyes, she leaned over and placed her fragile lips on his cold blue ones. 'When you lose your true love, is there a reason to continue fighting? I'm happy those monsters have finally been taken down, and from both my husband and I, we want to thank you for liberating us of those terrors, but I'm perfectly happy right here.' She hooked her arm into his and interlocked her fingers. She leaned on his shoulder and closed her eyes. Trunks remained seated on a rock in front of her for a few hours more, watching as her breath slowed until it finally stopped. He returned from his flash back and noticed his mother was going to stand, but he held his arm out, silently asking for her to remain seated.

Trunks continued, "However sometimes we get lucky. I might find a family, children, hell even once a small underground city. It's hard to convince them at first that everything is safe, but eventually some concede and slowly come out from their hiding spot."

"It's a slow effort, and it will be years before my world is even a shadow of this one. Between reconstruction, infrastructure, and basic laws be emplaced, who knows how long that will take. In most cases people are running amuck now and of course crime and criminal-rings are forming. Leave it to humans to bring the worst of humanity back before we even get a chance to recover. I am taking it as my personal mission to disband and destroy any of these rings. The results: mixed at best, but hopefully I slow them down enough to allow the others to recover.

"Finally we get to why Pan is here. As you know Pan is the daughter of Gohan, my Master Gohan.*sigh* He gave up everything in his life to destroy those wretched machines. Survived through those hellish conditions for years, all for the hope that one day he would liberate us from them.

Trunks snorted as he continued, "Did you guys know that he was even against my training in the beginning? Sure the basics were okay, but he didn't want me to train to fight those androids when I was a kid, because he always felt he should shoulder the responsibility of being our protector. Over time he saw that this war was not going to end anytime soon, and I guess he saw that I was growing up, that I could be of some help. It also helped that I threaten I was going to fight them with or without his teachings."Trunks noted with a chuckle

Gohan just gave low chuckle, "Seems likes something you would do, but I guess I can't blame you; I probably have done that exact same thing a couple times in my life."

Bulma just rolled her eyes at how these Saiyan have no care for sticking their necks out. 'One of these days I swear…'

Trunks picked up from where he left off, but there was definitely a somber tone as he continued, "Yeah I was a mess of a pupil, but this isn't about me. My Master died before he even got the chance of meeting Pan. Hell I don't even think he knew of her existence. Her mother passed away, and we had to force a delivery, otherwise we would have lost them both." Trunks recalled the old lady's words, and wondered if that was what happened to Videl, had just given up on life?

Gohan looked away in direction where Pan's Ki was at rest. It hurt him to think that the little girl sleeping a few rooms away was essentially an orphan. It also explained her sudden need for contact when they met, 'No Pan, you are not an orphan because now you have me. I may not be that Gohan, but you are still my blood and I swear to always protect you, to be the father you didn't have.

'Still it's scary to think I'm promising to be a father when I'm only an 11 year old, but then again most 11 year olds don't' have to go through, even a tenth of, what I have been through.*snort* If what my father has done counts as being fatherly, then it can't be too hard.' Gohan concluded.

"For the last three years, Aunt Chichi, Grandpa Ox, my Mother, and I have been her whole family, and even that family is slowly dwindling. It was then when I came up with this idea. Oh-ho-ho you can imagine, my mother was not happy." Trunks recalled but was interrupted before he could continue.

"You're damn right I would not be happy. I mean, you did think of the consequences right?" Bulma fired off.

"Let me finish Mother, anyways for next few weeks, in between my patrols, I began to try to persuade my Mother to allow this. Pan has always talked about what it would be like to meet her parents, and after I came back from the past, all she talked about was the possibility of meeting you Gohan. She may be young, but she is very perceptive. I tried everything to persuade my mother, but it was my Aunt Chichi that finally convinced my Mother," Trunks commented. "In less than ten second no less," Trunks grumbled quietly, but Gohan still heard him.

It intrigued both Bulma as well as Gohan that Chichi was in favor of this. In fact, both would have betted her to be the biggest obstacle for Trunks.

"I know, Aunt Chichi," Trunks laughed at their incredulous eyes. "She was the last person I thought would have been on my side, but somehow she talked to my Mother and explained to her why she should allow it. She also focused on my Mother real issues with letting Pan go. Like I said before, the future is no place for Pan to grow up in. Her family is slowly dying, and she would be in charge of, like me, the world's protection and prosperity.

"My Master didn't want me to join this world of protectors until I was older, and I don't want her to be responsible with my world's revival. I want her to grow up in a peaceful and lively world. I don't want her to be scarred by the despair I see day in and day out. I know this is a lot and the consequences could be huge, at least my Mother believes them to be world-threatening, but my Master worked all his life, and never got to reap the fruits of his labor, so please for him, please let Pan stay in this time." Trunks clenched his eyes shut and finished with a low bow.

"Trunks, honey what you are askin—" Bulma began but was quickly interrupted.

"She can stay." Gohan stated as he leaned on the arm of the couch he was seated in, and rested his head on his hand.

Trunks rose and looked between his mother and Gohan.

"What?!" Bulma roared, "I don't think this is only your decision to make, Gohan."

"Yet a second ago, you were just about to reject Trunks' plead, with no discussion with me or anyone else. It may not be only my decision to make, but I will fight tooth and nail anyone who says no. You heard what Trunks said, and I agree the future is no place for her." Gohan argued with a calm look.

"So why does she get special privileges, when I'm sure there are hundreds of children who would have to go through the same thing, why does she get a pass on it?" Bulma chided.

"First of all 'hundreds', you heard him, the population is at its lowest point. I doubt there are 'hundreds.' Also because she is my daughter, and as screwed as it may sounds, she was lucky to be born into our family, because we have these options. Those other children might have parents, something Pan does not have." Gohan turned and looked right at Bulma.

Bulma flinched at his stare, but steeled her nerve as she continued, "Well we have seen the effects of time traveling. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy Trunks came here because he helped push us in a new direction, but we also saw the negative impact it had. My future self is right, time traveling is dangerous, and she had every right to be angry."

Trunks remained silent through this new argument. He knew that he had said his piece, and it was up to the inhabitant of this time to decide 'for or against.'

'I should have known Mother would be against this. I just didn't expect so much of a push back. Still I'm glad Gohan is all for the idea. I know he will succeed where I would have failed.'

"True, but I don't care. You're right, time traveling is messy and often times dangerous, but this is my daughter we are talking about. Unless… you want to go tell her she is not welcome here." Gohan challenged with narrowed eyes.

"Come on Gohan; don't make me look like the bad guy here. Plus you are too young to be a father. You still have a couple years of acting like a child ahead of you." Bulma reasoned.

"Oh please Bulma, how many 11 year olds do you know that are both world and universal saviors? I think we are a little passed 'childhood' at this point."

'I have too much blood on my hands to be anything like the innocent boy I once was.' He thought as he looked down briefly

Gohan continued, "I put those thoughts of having a childhood down to rest a long time ago, and I'm okay with that. Being father wouldn't be the weirdest thing I have done in my short life." Gohan made air quotes when he said childhood.

"If you are worried about future threat, then I'll increase my training regimen in order for you to feel safer, but Pan stays and that is my final say." Gohan commanded.

Bulma loudly exhaled, "No, no, no that won't be necessary. Kami knows you need a break. Fine, argh, I'm going to kick myself later for this, but she can stay."

Gohan smiled briefly before returning his facial expression to neutral. He stood up.

"Thank you, both of you. You have my eternal thanks." Trunks remarked with another bow.

"I'll return the jacket later on Trunks." Gohan stated as he made his way out of the living room. He needed to leave the compound. It was pretty late, and heading home was not an option anymore, but he couldn't stay here. After all he is still dangerous to those around him.

"Oh no don't," Bulma jumped from her seat and dashed over to block his way. "Just where do you think you're going?"

"Out," Gohan claimed. "It's not safe if I stay here."

"Well I got news for you. You want to be Papa, you're going to be Papa," Bulma teased with a finger in his face. "That little girl will wake up tomorrow in the morning, and you know what is the first thing she is going to do? She will be looking for you, and if she can't find you here, she will run in any direction until she finds you, and I would rather not spend my morning looking for her.

"As much as you might not like it, you are staying here, and that is 'my final say.'" Bulma jested.

"You don't get it. It's not safe if I stay here." Gohan countered.

"Look, I don't know what has been happening to you lately Gohan. I don't know what kind of troubles you have been going through, and I know you won't break down here and reveal you're deepest secrets because like all men I've met, you guys are stubborn like mules. However, part of being a parent is sucking it up and dealing with it, one way or another, but you don't leave the child." Bulma chided.

"You think I don't know what being a father mean," Gohan stated with narrowed eyes. "It's because I know what it means that I'm stepping aside."

"No Gohan you don't know what it means. You never leave the child behind, no matter what. What's the plan Gohan, watching from afar as she grows up? I understand you have been under stress, I can see it on your face and the scars that litter your torso, but you can't step aside. If you need to blow some steam then go right ahead and do it, but you come right back because you never know when she might need you, in person. And if you need someone to talk to, then you can come to me anytime. I'm always here for you, kid." Bulma finished and wrapped her arms around him.

Gohan remained frozen as Bulma embraced him. It felt like a long time since someone held him like that. "What if I destroy the room I'm staying in, unconsciously, what if I hurt her?" Gohan whispered into Bulma's ear give their proximity.

"Trust me, I could have anything you break replaced in an hour's time," Bulma replied with a small chuckle, "and I know you kid; Pan could not be luckier than having someone like you."

"But I could hurt her." Gohan maintained.

Bulma pulled away but still kept her hands on his shoulders. She shook her head, "You won't."

"How can you be so sure?" Gohan asked as he locked eyes with her.

"Because kid, you are the sweetest person I have ever met. Because you always think of the others, and rarely about yourself; Trust me you will be fine, but she needs a present father."

"You won't let go," He gestured at her hands still on his shoulders.

Bulma replied with a smile, "Not until you give me your words that you won't leave when I let you go."

Gohan snorted, "Fine."

"Good, then you can take the room Pan is sleeping in, or if you feel the need to have some separation then you can take the room right next to hers." Bulma informed as she made her way out of the living room. "Good night boys."

"Good night Bulma/Mother," responded both demi-Saiyans respectively.

AN: Yeah, another dialogue heavy chapter, I know. I'm still trying to get a feel for all the characters and set the stage for the future chapters. I do want to explain Gohan seemingly dual nature when it comes for caring for Pan. He wants to be there for her; his body is literally trying to push him, but he sees himself as unstable and a potential danger to those around him. His plan was to be around for her, but never be an involved parent. In other words, he would watch over her like a hawk, to make sure she is okay, but never have a close contact relationship. That plan was of course shot down by Bulma. I'll get more into that later, but for now that was the quick explanation. I felt like I did a horrible job in the last part, so I wanted to curb any questions about Gohan's bizarre behavior at the end.

Dear Ace Son,

Well it seems you finally got back to the top, as first reviewer, bets you can't keep it up this time. Hahahaha

I know, trust me there was so much more I wanted to write of the future timeline, specifically Gohan and Videl's relationship, but I felt I had done enough to warrant Pan's return. I could almost feel the eyes of the readers, glaring at me, every chapter I put out but didn't have the meet. I still like to do the review section. I feel it as a way to connect with the readers. If they took the time to review, then I can take the time to respond, and sometimes someone might have had the same question, but didn't want to review; this way they can get their answer.

Thanks man, sometimes I surprise myself with the knowledge I have. Though I'm sure there are other with a lot more knowledge. I just read a lot haha.

Thanks, I put a lot of thought into the meet, and I'm pretty glad with how it came out. Don't worry I have noticed a huge improve (I think?) in my writing ability.

Dear Aaron Leach,

Thank you.

Dear sageof6way,

Well I'm glad you took a chance. I hope you never feel like I'm wasting your time.

Dear The King of Ranting,

Pan will certainly flip Gohan's life upside down. Not always for the best reasons, but she will be crucial for Gohan's new development. We are already seeing how her presence is changing things.

I'm glad you enjoyed Cell's appearance. I was, uh, skeptical about that scene, but I'm glad you liked it.

Dear 123GOHANZ,

Dem feels is right. :)

Dear dapmitidp,

I'm glad it was worth the long wait.

You know I swear, I tired everything to try to write how a 3-4 year old would talk. I rewrote entire scene because I felt Pan was acting too mature for her age, but I guess there are things that no amount of rewrites can fix. I felt that her speech and thought were appropriate for her age, and tried to go more in-depth in her thought as the narrator (third person). If you have any suggestion, I would love to get some help.

Dear WineIXI,

Don't get to comfortable with my seemingly perfect length, grammar, and plot, because as this chapter shows, most of my best work comes after my beta has comb through it. I'm happy you enjoyed the chapter.

Dear Lightningblade49,

There will be many changes, but you will have to stick around to see them. :) Lol bench pressing a skyscraper with people still in it. Nice.

Dear IxiaLiliana,

It warms my heart that my chapter had that effect on you, though it pains me that you are crying, it still brings a smile that the tears are because of happiness and not sorrow.

Dear SSJ2TeenGohan,

Thinking back, I should have put that in the disclaimer. My bad ;)

Dear Zyphrost,

I think I went over it in the chapter, mostly Gohan would have taken care of his own grief. Piccolo and Vegeta (especially Vegeta) were not really going to do anything. Piccolo would have had (and still might ;) ) some conversations with Gohan, to help him get over his grief. I'm really happy you enjoyed the chapter.

Dear The Fantastic Altruist,

Thanks man. I'm psyched people really enjoyed their meeting. As for the pairing, well, you'll find out. ;)

Dear lil Dynamic,

I also hope Pan's appearance 'fixing' many of the problems from canon ;).

Dear Squasher,

It's all in the details. Language can be a tricky thing, and we will see if Trunk's predictions are right or not ;D. Though I do agree with you that Zangya 'turn a new leaf' has been mishandled in the past, and rarely is it done correctly, but I do enjoy her character. Another lost soul that finds their home with the Z-fighters. Interesting if I do say so myself. Also it's nice to see a girl for a change, join the ranks so to speak, in a very male dominated group. I'm not sure if she will survive or not. We will see.

I'm glad it exceeded your expectations. :)

Dear SaintMichael95,

Aw I'm glad you enjoyed the chapter.

DearCjjansen95,

Ah yes, this could have been easily explained if I had divulged more into the future's characters and their history. (I'm not so sure of this is still happening, but...) There is much debate in whether Videl's last name is Satan or not. It has been said that Hercule Satan is just a ring name of Mark. So I took a little from both sides of the argument. In the present timeline, it is not farfetched that after the Cell Games, Mark officially changed his name to Hercule Satan, and Videl could have also changed her surname in order match with her father, and show her pride in her father. However in the future Mr. Satan was a nobody. Hell even in present timeline he didn't become relevant until he won the WMAT, that was held a couple of weeks before the Cell games.

So in the future Mark/Hercule was training for the tournament that was going to be held in a couple of weeks, but then the androids attacked and he never got his shot. He never became relevant, and Videl never adopted the surname of Satan. Another theory I have is that Videl probably never talk much about her parents, as I see her being tight-lip about those subjects, and probably only talked about them with Gohan. Trunks wouldn't recognize Hercule even if they came face to face because he know nothing about Videl's parentage. Hopefully that explains why Trunks didn't immediately recognize Hercule as Videl's father. If you still have questions, just PM me.